"Ah————"
Mo Qinglian never expected Ye Xuan to throw her into the air, completely caught off guard, she immediately let out a scream.
But the next moment, a gust of cold wind forced its way into her mouth, causing her to have no choice but to close her mouth, her beautiful eyes filled with panic.
As Mo Qinglian was thrown into the air,
Ye Xuan's entire world became peaceful once again.
After a while, Ye Xuan stepped forward, Dao Patterns swirling under his feet, as he shot up into the sky to catch Mo Qinglian and landed steadily on the ground.
Ye Xuan set Mo Qinglian down.
Mo Qinglian felt a bit unsteady, clutching onto Ye Xuan's arms desperately to avoid falling, her face already pale from fright.
"Still chattering, aren't you?" Ye Xuan said indifferently.
Mo Qinglian immediately shook her head, like a bobblehead doll.
"Will you listen?" Ye Xuan asked.
Mo Qinglian nodded like pounding garlic.
"Good," Ye Xuan cracked a smile.
This time, Mo Qinglian finally calmed down.
